OMG I can’t stop thinking about this past weekend. Something about that full moon had Mommy and I going WILD! We couldn’t help ourselves…we were on the hunt for a certain kind of man. We wanted, and we need married men only! That’s what we got too…we showed them what a true mother and daughter should do for the man of the house. Men that are married are normally neglected by their wives and daughters and never get the sexual attention they deserve and crave. Mommy and I wanted to make sure some men at least got a chance to taste a little bit of what they always truly wanted. It’s easy to find those kind of married men really anywhere so it wasn’t hard to bring 5 of them home! They didn’t mind, there were 5 of them and 2 of us to go around, and we both have 3 available holes – there was plenty to go around. You do the math!
Category: Ageplay phone sex
Showing off for daddy
I just love showing off for daddy! When he’s out working with the rest of his team, putting in the pool, building our fences, whatever, he just loves when I come out and work in the garden with no panties on, or sunbathe with out my bikini top!
Today I brought out a tray of iced tea in my denim button up dress. I left the buttons on both ends undone a little too far, so when I walked just right my little cunny was playing peek-a-boo. So naturally, I bent over low, letting my nipples pop out when I set it down. I know daddy and all his workers saw me. That makes my pussy so hungry and horny. So I go lay on my sunbathing chair, lean back, and let my legs fall apart while I rub my sweet snatch in the sunlight for anyone to see.
I just know daddy’s enjoying the view.
Are you watching me, too?
Mommy Phone Sex Memories
Mommy phone sex is so hot in the morning. I think I am extra popular in the mornings too because boys wake up with morning wood. Who better to take care of that wood than mommy? When my boys were living at home and getting up for school, I started them off with a blowjob every day. Their dicks were awake before they were awake. I bet you know that feeling don’t you? My middle son spent the weekend with me. I don’t get to see him as much as I want because he travels a lot for his job. But this weekend, it was just us. So this morning, before he had to hit the road, I decided to relive old times. He was in bed with me this time, not in a separate bedroom so I didn’t have to walk far. I rolled over and saw his hard cock standing up under his sheet. Brought back lots of fond memories of incest sex. I pulled back the sheet so I could blow him awake like old times. His sexy moaning noises made my pussy drip. I let my fingers wander to my old cunt so I could rub my clit as I sucked him awake. His hands gripped the back of my head to guide my mouth to the perfect rhythm. I was torn. I wanted to fuck him again, but I also wanted to taste his cum. No cum taste better to me than family cum. He flipped me into the 69 position. “I want to hear you cum, mommy,” he purred in my ear as I lowered my pussy on his face. Didn’t take long for either of us to explode. We had breakfast to recharge, then he fucked me on the kitchen table before he had to get on the road. I still have his seed inside my pussy. Why do they have to grow up?
Papa’s punishment
I walked toward the grungy motel, headed toward room 209 like the message requested. Finals are coming up, and I was short on cash so I started taking calls again. Fuck it, I’m good at it, may as well make something from it. I knock 3 times and wait. ! minute goes by, two, I look around. This was the place, where was my caller?
The thought gets cut off along with my air as the door snaps open and I’m yanked from my feet by my hair and thrown to the thinly carpeted floor of the room.
“Mi sobrina, you’ve brought shame to your family.” I recognize the gruff voice of my grandfather immediately. He never called me niece in English. Well, shit.
“Pappa, wha..” He strikes me hard across the face before I can finish my question. “Don’t you dare fucking speak you little punta. This is how you live up to the name of your father? Being a whore?!” His big, strong hands strike my face again, left, right, left again. I taste blood in my mouth, but I refuse to cry.
“At least I’m a good whore!” I spat. Yeah, shouldn’t have done that.
He growled deep in his chest, picked my small frame up and threw me on the bed so hard I bounced off the headboard, hearing a crunch. “I’ll show you what a good whore is, you sassy little cunt.” I’m too dazed to fight back. he’s on top of me, and I can feel a hot hardness against my stomach. Wrapping his hands around my throat he slams his dick into my Twat. My own grandfather, my pappa, is choking the fucking life out of me and devastating my little cunny! Even in my pain, terror, and confusion the thought floods my ravaged pussy. Everything starts going black. I come to god only knows how long later, and see his shadow leaving the doorway and shutting it behind him. He left a simple note.
“If you insist on using your cunt to make your living, mi sobrina, you will do so for me. Or you will bear the consequences. I’ll not be so kind, next time.”
Oh. Fuck.